We are Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. That day, a hole suddenly opened in the sky, and a digital man named "zero-seven" said in front of everyone in the world that I would be poisoned to death by my grandson Zhu Yunwen in six years.
Me: "???"
My grandson, Yunwen, who looks benevolent, filial and gentle? Will he poison my soup? Will he bury me six days after my death? Will he trigger a peace war and cost hundreds of thousands of lives?
I don't believe it.
Until zero-seven began to present evidence one by one: there was something fishy about Chang's death, there was something wrong with Xiongying's death, and Biao'er's death was even more mysterious... And the vested interests in all of this were the civil servant group and Zhu Yunwen who they supported.
OK, very good.
Reader comments
Nothing has changed! Concubine Wan Gui has already finished her postgraduate entrance examination and is a pitiful person! Still harming other people's reputations! And Xiaozong, the unfilial son, is still washing! The emperor here is so useless!
Nothing has changed! Concubine Wan Gui has already finished her postgraduate entrance examination and is a pitiful person! Still harming other people's reputations! And Xiaozong, the unfilial son, is still washing! The emperor here is so useless!
This word is really watery